I looked down the hallway at everyone lost in their own little worlds, and I wondered if anyone had caught a glimpse of what Courtney and I had just done. The restroom door opened, and before I knew what was happening, some girl was pushing herself into me.
I quickly grabbed her and said, “What the fuck?” as I gave her a good push back.
“Oh, baby, come on. I saw the way you were looking at me. Ditch the blonde, and let’s go find somewhere to…play.”
The next thing I knew, she dropped out of my sight, and I saw Courtney standing there. She was looking down, so I followed her gaze. The girl was down on the ground, bitching about Courtney pushing her. I snapped my head back up and looked at Courtney, who used her index finger to motion for me to follow her. As we walked back out into the club, I took her hand in mine, and we made our way back to the bar. Layton and Whitley were standing there, attempting to talk to each other.
I leaned over and said in Layton’s ear, “I’ve got to get out of her
e, dude.”
He nodded and motioned to Whitley that we were leaving. As we left the club, both girls decided they needed food, so we headed out to find them something to eat. When we got outside, I took a deep, cleansing breath of mountain air.
Layton slapped me on the back and then grabbed me around my neck before pulling me off. “Where in the hell did you two go? We were looking everywhere for you. One minute, you were dancing, and the next minute, you were gone.”
I peeked over at Court. She was laughing at something Whitley was saying.
I never took my eyes off of her as I said, “I’ll fill you in later. I’m still trying to let it soak in.”
I looked at Layton, and he gave me a questioning look.
“Trust me, you don’t really want to know.” I made my way over to the rental car.
“Well, hell, now you’ve piqued my curiosity, dude!” Layton called out to me.
I sat there in the restaurant and watched Whitley and Courtney eat like they were starved. I just shook my head and smiled. The moment Whitley and Courtney got up to use the restroom, Layton went on the hunt for information.
“Spill it,” he said with a wink.
I rolled my eyes. “Trust me, dude. I don’t think you really want to know.”
He let out a laugh. “I’m pretty sure I want to know. Whitley was in an uproar when you two disappeared.”
I let out a sigh and said, “Will you drop it if I tell you? And you have to promise never to bring it up again—ever.”
He gave me his crooked smile. “You know me better than that. Spill it.”
“Fine. I said something to Court about driving up on you and Whit that day when you were getting it on in the truck. Court freaked that Whitley had never told her about it, and Court said she had to pay Whit back by having sex in a public place…a better public place.”
Layton’s smile quickly vanished, and it was replaced by a look of…terror.
I slammed my hands on my face and dragged them down. “Oh God…what did I do?”
“Holy motherfucking shit. You didn’t?” Layton whispered as he looked all around.
I looked around. “What are you looking at? It’s not like I had sex with her in here!”
Layton sat back and stared at me. “You’re right. I didn’t want to know.”
I gave him a look and said, “I told you. And you can’t tell Whitley.”
Then, the bastard started laughing. “Dude, she has you wrapped around her finger.”
Wait, what? “What? No, she doesn’t,” I said.
He tilted his head and lifted his eyebrows. “Hmm…yeah, she does. She talked you into having sex in a club.”
I sat back and took it all in. Then, I smiled at Layton. “It was hot as fuck though, I’ll tell ya that.”